Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1887-12-07

Edward Layton had written in prison
to Mabel Rutland, and which l had
posted. 1t was very short, to the follow
ing effect:
'DEAR Miss RUTLAND,-All is we'll
Have no fear. Do not write to me until
you hear from me again. Believe me,
faithfully yours, EDWARD LAYTON"
Thus it was that he endeavored to keep
from the woman he loved the true knowl-
edge of the peril in which he stood. TO
save her good name he was ready to 60
cheerfully to his death.
V.
rose early this morning in the expecta-
ton of busy day. DR.. Daincourt called
on Saturday evening" as 1 had expected,
and narrated to me the result of his in
quiries respecting Mabel Rutland's jew
elry. Among it there was ring set with
turquoises and diamonds, which had been
given to her by her mother and which she
wore constantly. DR.. Daincourt had re-
ceived from Mrs. Rutland further in
stances of the profound attachment which
Mabel bore for her twin brother.
"Deep as was her love-" Mrs. Rutland
had said, s'for Mr.. Layton, there is in her
love for her brother an element so absorb
ing that she would not hesitate to make
the most terrible sacrifices for his sake.
NV poor Eustace! 1t is weeks since saw
him, and have no idea where he is. He
is not altogether to blame, doctor; he has
been led away by bad companions. All,
when think of him and Mabel as little
children and see them, US I often do, play
ing their innocent games together-when
think of the exquisite joy we drew from
them and of the heavenly happiness they
were to us, it seems to me that I must be
under the influence of some horrible
dream, that things have changed son'
At 9:30 o'clock one of my confidential
agents, Fowler by name, made his appear
ance.
''Found, SIR" was the first thing he
said to me.
"Who?' 1 quickly asked.
'"Ida White. Living at BriXton. The
drawing rooms. Quite swell in her way,
sir.'
''Is she living alone?"
$50 far as we can make out. There are
two men now on the watch, one to relieve
the other"
"And Mr.. Eustace Rutland?" I asked.
Haven't got track of him yet, sir. The
week is rather against u.s."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Why, sir, you don't forget that it is
Derby week, do you? lsuppose you backed
one, but I can give you the straight tip il
you want it,
ssI backed Paradox for a couple of SOW
ereigns," said. (Where is the man who
does not take an interest in the Derby9
''Not in it, sir. There is only one horse
will win, and that is Melton"
"But," I said, coming back to the all
engrossing subj ct was engaged upon,
"what difference will the Derby week
make to your
"Wen. you see, sir, London is so full!
There is too much rushing about for calm
steady work. In such task US ours n
man wants a double set of eyes this week.
Suppose my lady takes it into her head to
60 to the Derby? 1t will be all job noS
to lose sight Of her."
"What lady do you refer tor
"Ida White, to be sure. She's a bit Of
blood, sir, and the result of the Derby
may mean q lot to her."
"Does she bet, them"
"There is not much doubt of that, sir. {"
"How did you discover it?'
"Oh, easily enough. We have ways Of
our own. Why, sir, when 1 found out
last night where she lives, what did do
an hour afterward but present myself to
the landlady Of the house and ask her
whether she could let me have room for a
week or two? didn't tell you there was
bill in her window, "A bedroom to let to
single young man. Well, if I ain't a
single young man, what is that to do with
anybody-eXcept my wife: I'm u soft
spoken chap when like, and before tho
landlatty and me are together five minutes
I'm hand and glove with her, and already
g. bit Of favorite. So take her room
md sleep there last night, and the first
thing this morning down stairs l am at
The street door when the postman comes
with the letter. Well, sir, would you be-
i;eve it, he delivers five letters, and every
Gne of them for Miss Ida White? I, open
lug the door for the postman, take the let
;ers from him and hand them one by one
10 the landlady, who comes putting and
painting up from the basement she weighs
fourteen stone if she weighs an ounce.
Miss Ida White says I, giving her the
first letter. Miss Ida White, says I, CIV
ing her the second letter. Miss Ida
White, says I, giving her the other three,
one by one. why, 1T is quite a corre-
spondence' All these letters are from
Boulogne, sir, from betting firms. I
know them by their outsides; I believe
I should know them by the smell.
Then, sir, there's something else. My
lady is fond of newspapers. What kind
of newspapers? Why, the sporting ones,
to be sure. The Sportsman, Sporting
Life, Sporting Times, Referee and the
like. Put this and that together, and
what do you make of it, sir?''
'You are progressing, Fowler" said.
eyes, sir, we're moving. The landlady,
bless her heart, she doesn't suspect what
the letters from Boulogne are, but in less
than brace of shakes worm out of her
that Miss Ida White has received any
number of them since she came ~ live in
the house."
"Have you any idea what horse she has
backed%"
81 have an idea that she has backed
half q dozen, and that neither of the
favosites is among them. When woman
bets, she wants fifty to one as rule, and
as rule she gets it, and has to part
debated q moment or two, and then l
showed Fowler one of the envelopes ad-
dressed by Eustace Rutland to his sister.
"Are you certain that none of the en-
velopes you saw this morning were adj
dressed in this handwriting?'
"Quite certain, sir"
81 should like to see the house that Miss
Ida White lives in, Fowler"
"Nothing easier; but l shouldn't go as
am, if were you"
"Why not:n
"Well, you see, she had pretty long
examination in court at the Layton trial,
and you were there all the time. She has
sharp eyes in her head, has Miss Ida
White, and she might recognize you, and
smell Il rat"
You are right. had better not CO."
81 don't see why you shouldn't, if you
let me fix you up"
Elk me up"
eyes, sir"
He took from his pocket small box of
paints and two or three sets of wigs and
whiskers and mustaches
II always travel with them, sir can
make myself into another man in five
minutes or so, and as for a change of
clothes, any handy cheap clothes shop will
serve my turn. Put on these sandy
whiskers and muStaches always hide
your mouth, sir-and this sandy wig, and
let me touch you up bit, and your own
mother wouldn't know YOU"
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